When I had a job, Mrs MP would have her hair done at a posh city hairdressers, once a month, during her lunch break from work. Now, due to our somewhat more impoverished circumstances, she goes to the hairdresser in the village. This is great for four main reasons.
1) She gets to catch up on all the local gossip.
2) It's a third of the price.
3) The hairdressers in the village are a lot better at their job than the city hairdressers due to decades of achieving the impossible for the local lasses demanding to look exactly like the latest pop diva.
AND MOST IMPORTANT:
4) Even I can remember where my wife has gone for an hour on a Saturday morning and can be ready with, "Wow! That looks nice. They've made a really good job of it this time. It makes you look so much younger."
This results in there being a much more pleasant atmosphere in the MadPriest household than the one that pervaded following the comment inevitably delivered by my wife a day or so after her visit to the posh hairdressers in the city, "You didn't even notice that I had my hair done!"
Look! Being a man isn't easy. We need all the help we can get.